Inspired by the English translation of the title of a German film. In English it is The Lives of Others, and it seems to be a literal translation. The movie has had good reviews. When I am in the mood for a foreign film, I may see it. As for "brothers," I am one, and I know many of my readers have at least one brother. Of course, I could also be thinking "brothers" in the black man sense of a brother.

        I sent out the latest paper version of the Newsletter. I got some exercise, cleaned out my fish tank, and ran some errands. I had a little entertainment via the Web, TV, and "graphic novels."

        I had lunch at Skyline on Ludlow with K.F. and her brother D.M. It was a good time.

        In my paper mail at home, I had an envelope from the Creps Family. I opened the envelope, and I found a drawing (included below) inside.
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        A note on the back of the drawing said:
        "Emmanuel--We are so sorry for your loss and the pain that it has brought to you. We hope that the drawing on the reverse side will bring a smile to your face and warm your heart. It was drawn as a loving tribute to your beloved Halloween.
    Thinking of you often, Love, Carey, David, Madelyn & Caitlyn"

        Well, I can honestly say that the drawing did bring a smile to my face and warm my heart! It was much appreciated. I do still miss Halloween and probably always will, but I am adjusting to her permanent absence, and I do enjoy remembering her.
        Thanks again to all those who have shown their support and sympathy. It does help me.

        Just another day.

        I began my cat herding duties at the old Floeckher place.

        My parents left for a family reunion in Columbus, Georgia.

        I had lunch with Tracey at Frisch's on Central Parkway.

        My favorite, most reliable worker from this past year came by for a visit. She was on campus for other business. She was happy to have graduated, but I was sad that that meant she could not work this summer.

        I had dinner with high school classmates Debbie and Jim at their house in Northside. It was a very nice reunion. I had not seen Debbie for 35 years and I had not seen Jim for 34 years. (And vice-versa.) The meal was good and the conversation was entertaining and informative. I also met and was well-treated by one of Debbie's wards or foster children. This young lady was from Harare, Zimbabwe. Near the end of the evening, we walked to the nearby junior high (Schwab) which we had also attended, and we looked out over the city. There is a great view from there at night.

        I ran some errands, did some shopping, and watched some anime, among other things.

        I realized that in the mornings I litterally am "looking for a black cat in a dark room where there is no cat." It was a phrase I quoted a few years ago in a Newsletter.

    One version of the original  quote is below:
        "Science is like looking for a black cat in a dark room.
        Philosophy is like looking for a black cat in a dark room where there is no cat.
        Psychoanalysis is like looking for a black cat in a dark room where there is no cat and finding one anyway."

        I did some more cat herding. I got exercise. I read some stuff. I watched some stuff. I waited for my parents to return from their trip South.
        My parents did return in good condition, by the way!

        HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ?

        I demonstrated the uses of our Language Resource Center for some Cincinnati Public Schools employees who want to build their own Language Learning facility. I doubt they will imitate us exactly. They have different aims and needs. They were still impressed with the design of the room.

        Looking forward to the mid-week holiday tomorrow.

        My usual parking spot on the street in Clifton was taken away temporarily due to road work. I rode the bus. I think I mentioned that riding the bus is free now for UC students, faculty and staff.

        Dang! My flag holder broke!

        Tracey and I  had lunch at Skyline on Ludlow.
        In the evening, we went to the Esquire to see Paris, Je T'aime. It was a very good movie. It was a film which had 18 short stories (5 to 10 minutes each) from different directors with different actors. It was mostly about some kind of love in Paris or love of Paris. It was not always a romantic kind of love, though. Anyway, as with most anthology type projects, some were better than others, some more dramatic, some more comedic, some more touching, some more experimental. It was well worth my and Tracey's 2 hours. Tracey did like it very much too--except the gothically scary parts.
        I caused Tracey some concern when I tripped and fell forward onto the ground in an alleyway across from the theater after the show. No real harm done. Mostly my pride hurt. No skin was broken, just some scrapes on my hands and belly. (In The Simpsons, it would have been where Nelson Muntz pointed and laughed, "Ha-ha!")
        Something Tracey noticed before I did is that a new restaurant is finally going into the space that was formerly Uno's on Ludlow. The restaurant under construction is called Olives. It may be part of a national or regional chain. I look forward to at least checking it out when it opens. But I do dearly miss Uno's.

        Two postcards arrived in the mail from Dr. Donna Summers.

        More cat herding.
        And some fun anime from Netflix.